Author: Amy Walters

It’s three in the morning and I just got home from the hospital. I’m crying in the shower for at least the third time this week. I’m tired, I have to get up for work in three hours, and I know I’m not going to be in any condition to give the presentation I’m supposed to give, but that’s not why I’m crying. I’m crying because it’s just that heartbreaking to be the sister of someone so severely mentally ill that they can’t see their own affliction. Because I see the waste of what his life could have been. Because every day I’m reminded thatRead More →